Unspoken Feelings

Short Story By: Erika Canoy

The weatherbeaten shack swung alarmingly, wood protesting against the strong eastern wind that threatened to topple it off the cliff into the raging seas below. The shack wasn't worried. It had weathered far worse storms than this. The overgrown grass that crept up the walls and the dust collected on the windowpanes proved this.

 

Lightening crackled across the sky, lighting up the landscape and illuminating a dark, solitary...

Short Story By: Claire Moral

Although it's not as sad as other stories posted on this website, I just really want to put out my feelings, and let it go.

 

The first time I met him was in journalism class. Even though I'm a freshman, I still can have classes with upperclassmen in electives such as this one.

 

I haven't really thought of the upperclassmen, I felt that they were people I didn't really need to associate with because ...

Short Story By: Jessa Mae Guiritan

It's been 3 years... 3 years of loving him. But in the middle of the 3 years, a knife stabbed my heart. He got a girlfriend... The thing is he knew I liked him, he never said anything. How am I suppose to know if I'm suppose to give up? When I heard he got a girlfriend, I didn't know what to do. I didn't feel anything, I was numb, too shocked to do anything. That night, I thought of killing myself, I knew it was stupid yet I still thought o...

Poem By:Erika Canoy

Friendship ls one of life's greatest treasures

Friends that are loyal are always there to make you laugh when you are down ,

They are not afraid to help you avoid mistakes and They look out for your best lnterest

This kind of friend can be hard to find,

But They offer a Friendship that will last a lifetime

Other Friends kay not be quite as loving

The pain cause by a Friendship marred by betrayal is not easy to overcome

Poem By: Claire Moral

 

l think about you everyday

l plan out what to say

You have no idea , you have no clue

Just how much l think about you

l try not to stare , l try not to hide

l try not to show that l have always lied

lf l had told you before perhaps you might not be the same

l want to tell you how l feel

But the voices lnside makes me hush

So l keep it down lnside My hea...

Short Story By: Mary Joy Solayao

“When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the ghost. We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands, we’d find a cup that hadn’t been there the night before. Mother had left th...

Poem By: Jasmine Balones

I am a girl who don't believe in love

A girl who don't believe true love

A girl who don't believe forever

Whe n it comes to special someone

I don't take it seriously

I don't treat him special

Because I know Boys nowadays

"Pa fall, paasa, atikiro"

Not all, but some do exist

Now, When I found you 

The bitter becomes sweet

I finally know what love ...

Short Story By: Jasmine Balones

 

In a dense forest, there was lake. All the animals used to drink water from the lake. The water of this lake was so sweet that many fish lived there for long time. In this lake there lived a crab. The crab’s best friend was a swan. That swan was in the same lake. They were happy in the company of each other. Their happiness lasted until one day a snake made its home near the lake. Every day the swan laid an egg. The snake would ...

Short Story By; Bhea Sidaya

The day I died is the day I lived. How did I lived? I lived in darkness,

Haunted be entities I see in my dreams, seeing demons in human form.

Mortals idolizing demons, it sickens me;

I am Death incarnate,

Well at lease I’m trying to have standards.

Let me tell you about the day I died.

It was the usual routine, collecting souls

To enter heaven, until I arrived to

Room 6A, at Ararat General Hosp...

Short Story By; Jan Christine Pedaria

BTK? Dahmer? The Nightslasher? Ooo, they were so scary … but they didn’t compare to Sodomy Sam, The Fifty Shades Killer. No, he had fifteen Kansans to his name and more coming and all his murders mimicked scenes from that popular book. All those others killers were idiots. They didn’t think ahead, didn’t plan correctly and most importantly, they weren’t patient. Hell, it was like they wanted to get caught.